Right, but there is the kicker, Takao knows Midorima does not share well, he may be laughing, but he knows. He is the one who kept poking holes in that spoiled brat and got him to open up after all. And if he has to choose, he will always choose to be Midorima's partner over anything else.

He, at this moment, can not imagine another person in the world, meaning more than what they have on the court. It's basketball, his first and only love. Midorima is a part of that, an integral part so as backward as the arrangement may seem. It makes sense to him for a few reasons that someone besides two basketball idiots could not understand. He is a constant for Midorima, Takao does not want that to change, so his amusement comes more from he should not have been surprised when this was laid out like this.

Knowing Takao, it probably will not need to be, he'll accept it as he does the cart.

"Eh?!" He stops laughing, giving Midorima a cocked up eyebrow, followed immediately by a huffy expression crossing his face.

"Then I'll be stiff for practice tomorrow." Oh, there is a peek of that devilish smirk. He has his ways, thank you.